Posts filed under ‘dancing’
always… always… always…
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i am always dancing in my head ~
it seems…
never sitting…
never standing… still…
always spinning
and
leaping…
…
always leaping…
always
trying to find that place in the air
where i can land ~
indefinitely!
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an Autumn day
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wee words Wednesday – hooked……..
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tap repeat ~
let’s dance!
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a fave of mine, Jordy & Star-Lord!
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*little star*
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have you seen my little star?
high up in the sky?
she is quite unique,
~ unlike the others ~
not very big
or
shine too bright.
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most nights you will never see her
as she hides behind the moon ~
polishing her pointes,
practicing her twinkles
and
waiting patiently to hear my tune.
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one night,
when you look up in the sky
you will know
~ undoubtedly ~
which star is mine…
she is the one that is leaping
and
twirling about
dancing until the end of time…
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∞
suspended in time
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looking in his eyes
feet never touching the ground
once upon a waltz
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a ps: Way back when I was in college, I took a historical dance class, which was taught by Mr. Richard Powers*, a famous dance historian known for his work in film, stage productions and workshops around the world. Each class, a student had an opportunity to dance with the teacher. My opportunity – my blessing – came the day of the waltz. He stood in front of me, took my hand and the other commandingly held my waist. I was terribly jittery inside; nervous that I would step on his toes, or worse, break a limb. When the music began, I was literally swept off my feet. All I can say is that I have never, ever had a moment where I completely lost track of time and place. All I saw were his eyes and, I can honestly say, I never felt my feet touch the ground.
There has never been a moment like this since.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Powers_%28dance_historian%29
legs
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for more than twenty years…
you completed my lines,
you gave me a dream
and
you challenged my life.
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i treated you with respect
and
tender loving care.
in return,
you gave me wings –
allowing me to fly through the air.
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you were there at the beginning,
for all the blood, sweat
and
tears,
helped me soar above the sadness –
sustained my life through the years.
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though my world no longer revolves
around a dance barre
and
a stage,
i look upon you – now –
still wishing for those days…
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forever dreaming…
when life
was
young
and
the heart
was
brave.
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found an old pair of friends
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takes two…to tango
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ς
he draws her in with the palm of his hand
pressing deeply into the small of her back ∼
with a gaze that pierces straight through to her core
commanding the nuances
of each step
and
each breath.
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his movement is precise
as each step glides across the floor,
creating waves ∼ of motion
with abandon
yet
control.
he allows his partner to extend
far beyond his reach,
then grabs her close ∼
clutching her thigh against his hip.
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their intensity is relentless as their bodies move as one ∼
both immersed in each others touch
with a close embrace never forsaken.
they create a display of beauty ∼
stirring passion
and
desire
and
an elegance ∼
so provocative,
so fervent
yet
refined.
ξ
ς
